Always

Of the becoming of a fake artist,
performing a street play,
always,
painting a smile over that pain,
touching up those patches of fate,
on that mammoth canvass,
perched on that wheel chair,
behind the curtains,
waiting for it to dry,
always.

Written on Monday, February 07, 2005

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